Category Archives: Gabriality

On important facts: “Remember, the moon is slimy inside.” On where he got that stick: “Not anywhere.” On building up to Father’s Day: “I’m ready to be your son now, daddy.” On how kids just don’t respect their parents these … Continue reading →

More than ten years after we took Maggie home from the shelter, our dog passed away yesterday. She had been sick for a while, she had trouble moving and she was very weak. So yesterday afternoon, I took Maggie to … Continue reading →

On holding back the imaginary wall of water in the kitchen using chairs, blankets and his “vas,” his favorite stuffed loveys: “Those are my dam vas.” On why we aren’t going inside: “I need to stay in the cold to … Continue reading →

On rural, inland driving: “Keep your eyes peeled for dolphins.” On what he has me looking for: “I’ll show you when you find it.” On what his toy car is heading out to get: “Hot chai latte and a blueberry muffin. … Continue reading →

On tidiness: “My mess is ruined!” On things you learn walking behind the dog: “I don’t have that kind of butt like Maggie.” On pre-Legoland planning: “Can we go somewhere like Legoland after Legoland?” On the big questions one thinks about … Continue reading →

On things to say to your sister: “Are you my conscience?” On things to say to the road: “Are you my conscience, road?” On things to shout after slamming your open palms into a random store front: “My conscience!” On … Continue reading →

On dubious games: “Can I cut you for two more minutes?” On our refrigerator, apparently carbonite: “Open this up and let me show you Han Solo.” On the reason he’s standing next to me on a step stool: “I’m gonna … Continue reading →